Page 166 of Grumpy Billionaire Bad Boy

"That's it, baby. Fuck my fingers." Archer curves them upward and it's my undoing, my climax coming hard and fast and out of nowhere.

I stop sucking, his cock still in my mouth, and focus on my orgasm as it consumes me whole.

Archer moves away to climb between my legs, grabbing them with his tattooed arms and lowering his head to my center. With my body still shaking, he licks my pussy, his tongue dipping into my hole and trailing to my aching clit. He pinches it between his lips and releases, dragging his tongue all over it until I accidentally orgasm again, the second one beginning where the first one ended, with almost no break in between. He smiles against me and blows on my throbbing center before finishing his journey up my body.

"Fuck," I blurt out with my entire body quivering.

"Yeah?" Archer lines his cock up with my hole, sliding the tip of him around and pushing into me, slowly at first, and then all at once."You were made for me, little tornado." His voice is thick and gravelly and I want nothing more than to hear him tell me all the ways I was made for him.

"Keep talking," I pant and reach for his face.

He kisses me, his tongue darting into my mouth, one of his hands holding him up and the other braced on the side of my face. Archer breaks away. "You like hearing someone other than yourself talk for a change?" He rocks his hips, in and out, slow and steady, the buildup painfully decadent.

"Mmhm," I moan.

"Your body is mine, baby. Your mouth." Archer plants his lips on mine. "Your skin." He kisses my cheek. "Your tight little pussy." He groans and pumps into me. "Your every breath." He grabs my right leg with his left arm and spreads me wide. "Every fucking whimper, every moan, every desire, every dirty little thought, I want them all." His brown eyes bore into mine."For as long as you'll have me, London. You are mine, and I am yours." He thrusts into me. "Do you hear me? Do you understand me?"

I nod and bite my lip, my fingers dragging down his chest.

"Say it," he all but growls.

"I'm yours," I say breathlessly. "I'm yours. All of me, I'm yours."

"God, I missed this." He looks down to watch his cock penetrate me. "I missed you." Archer turns his attention back to me and lets go of my leg. He grabs a pillow and positions it under my ass, pivoting me up toward him and leaning closer.

"Fuck, Archer, you feel so fucking good. I'm not going to last." I drag him toward me and dig my nails into his back.

"Then don't." He maintains his slow pace, almost slowing down even more, giving me a chance to truly feel every inch of him as he makes sweet fucking love to me, my heart just as full as my lustful pussy. "Come for me, little tornado. Come with me." Archer moans and crashes his mouth onto mine, desperately eating up every noise that escapes me as I pull him into me, his cock growing even harder as it spreads me open, the sensation both pain and endless pleasure.

Archer thrusts deeper, his cock spilling into me and my pussy clenching around him, our orgasms hitting us in tandem. I cry out into his mouth, and he moans loudly, his heavenly sounds making my orgasm somehow more intense.

I tremble under him and he pumps his hips slower and slower, until we're left there, glistening with each other’s sweat and struggling to catch our breaths.

Archer rests his forehead against mine and kisses my nose. "I love you."

I tilt my head up, forcing him to look at me, my gaze darting back and forth between his eyes. "I love you, Archer Sin. I've never been more sure of anything in my entire life. I love you."

I don't know what the future holds for us, I don't know if we can ever truly repair the damage that has been done, but I do know one thing for certain. As long as my heart continues to beat in my chest, it will belong to this beautifully grumpy man.

Epilogue – London

Archer and I have been back together three weeks and two days.

I mean, that’s if I’m counting.

And I’m counting.

Because being with Archer is worth keeping track of, and for the first time in my life, I finally feel at home, at peace, and safe. With myself, with a man.

I never thought I’d find that and I’m beyond grateful Archer gave me a second chance—gave us a second chance.

“What’s got you smiling?” Archer asks me from his spot at his computer, his tattooed fingers resting on the keys.

“Nothing,” I lie and put my arm over the back of the couch, turning fully toward him. “What happened to the no falling in love thing?”

“What?”

“When I first got here, you set some ground rules. One of which was no falling in love.”

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